“Yeah but, I don't know, I'm a girl, why am I focusing on sex so much? Like, honestly, I know girls fantasize and all but I think I do it too much. ... haven't even had sex yet. I mean, we're friends so I can tell you this, right? Do you think I'm weird?” “Ellie, sweetie, you can tell me anything, I'd never judge. Honestly, I think it's a bit of an unfair stereotype to assume that only loose or weird girls think about sex. Honestly, you're normal. You're just a healthy, horny teenage girl and I. She's my toy, She's my whore to be done with as I please. Walking in to the house I call out for her. She came in happily hopping along like a Goddamn bunny, cheerfully welcoming me with a “ Hey Daddy! How was your day?” I smiled mischievously and replied “ better then yours is gonna end up.” She raised her eyebrows and playfully mumbled “UT-oh” . I said “UT-oh is right, I'm not playing. Now go run my bath water.” she quickly said “ But your dinner is on the table waiting Daddy.” In a deeper. For one thing, he was afraid of damaging the flute. He’d gone and purchased another one, a very nice other one, but it didn’t give him the same joy to play it as the one Lea had given him. So he played in the mansion and used Lea’s flute. And when it wasn’t in use, it was displayed in his study in a glass case. A correctly humidified glass case.But what was he going to do with a knife? For as plain as it was, it was still a thing of beauty. The blade was of a dark metal and just over three and. I step between her legs, take her towel off, pull my sweat pants down but I do not step out of them, and work my dick into that sweet, wet tight pussy. Once I get my dick into her, I start to slow stroke her. She melts and spreads herself out on that table like hot butter on a griddle. I decide I am going to long stoke this pussy while CB runs from apartment to apartment. I am long stroking that pussy and she started to meet my strokes. I then grabbed her hips and start banging that pussy.